The atmosphere that my spirit breathes,

which provides its sustenance, is so different

than those ones I see, or rather, I feel,      

when I leave my confinement, going out   

to live with my peers.

Mine has been conceived and woven 

since my tender years by my ancestors,

dear unique parents and grandparents.

I have sought to perfect its strength and

quality, as I go, daily, through a destiny   

traced only for me and from which  

I must not, nor do I intend, to deviate.  

It is a spirit that has grown not only

in its happy days, but also perfected

in some dark and strange adversities.

Nowadays, has learned the hard way

to be quite impenetrable to the eyes

of malice and evil.

Has been always grateful, year after year,

to the Greatest Spirit, our Common Creator.     

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©